| Song | Nobody Gonna Tell Me What To Do |
| Artist | Van Zant |
| Album | Get Right With The Man |
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| 作曲 : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
| Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
| When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
| An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
| I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
| Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
| Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': "Amen." | |
| 'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
| Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings: | |
| Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
| I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to fly. | |
| But that's enough of that stuff, I'm packin' up my truck: | |
| They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
| 'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| 'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| (Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do.) | |
| I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I walked downstairs an told 'em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |
| zuo qu : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
| Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
| When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
| An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
| I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
| Like I' d seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
| Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': " Amen." | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
| Man, he dreamed of pilot' s wings: | |
| Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
| I got a guitar under my bed, but I' ve been too scared to fly. | |
| But that' s enough of that stuff, I' m packin' up my truck: | |
| They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| Ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |
| zuò qǔ : Mullins, Nichols, Wiseman | |
| Shoulda seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift, | |
| When I threw my hard hat at him, | |
| An' suggested the box where he could stick it. | |
| I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem, | |
| Like I' d seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes, | |
| Holdin' my hands up an' shoutin': " Amen." | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| We buried Daddy just like week at the church to save his soul. | |
| Man, he dreamed of pilot' s wings: | |
| Spent his whole life diggin' coal. | |
| I got a guitar under my bed, but I' ve been too scared to fly. | |
| But that' s enough of that stuff, I' m packin' up my truck: | |
| They can just kiss my butt goodbye. | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life awrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| ' Cause there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| Ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I spent most of my life wrapped up tight, | |
| In somebody else' s handmedown old shoes. | |
| Startin' today, I' m someone I' d be proud to know: | |
| You might tell me where to go, | |
| But there ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. | |
| I walked downstairs an told ' em I was leavin' Bethlehem. |